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I laughed even as I continued to rock my hips into her. “Of course, I’d never begrudge anyonean orgasm. Come your little heart out, my darling whore.”

She groaned maniacally, and like the extraordinarily good girl that Sabina was, she yanked her fingers out so she could release a torrent of her juices, like a waterfall soaking the front of my thighs and my trousers.

“Yeeeessss, my little squirter,” I hissed. I thrust even harder as her tight asshole clenched on my cock. She squealed again at my acknowledgement. I reached forward, snaking both my hands around to her front and palmed her breasts, yanking her up and against me. She tossed her head from side to side and intoxicated me with the scent of strawberries from her hair. I pinched her nipples, and she writhed on my cock. I was no longer moving my hips. She had taken over thrusting herself. Driving herself down, again and again, cock into ass. Cock into ass.

Cock into ass.

I sighed shakily and fondled her huge breasts, loving the feel of them jiggling as she ground against me.

“I missed you, Fane,” she whispered between her vicious animal grunts.

Nobody ever missedme.

Like a trigger had been pulled, I exploded my release into Sabina’s ass, and she screamed and fell forward as my cock swelled and came inside the depths of her.

Chapter 5

Fane

“Will you takeme into the Serpent’s Den?”

I was curled around Sabina in her messy bed, folding her tiny soft body into my long hard one and clutching her to me with an iron grip. Her warm skin made me drowsy. She was asking because the Serpent’s Den scared her. Always afraid that I would change my mind. Sabina did not venture into the Serpent’s Den; the special place in the attic of The Gilded Serpents where the client’s inner demons could come out to play. In fact, most of the whores who lived here did not go there.

We brought our playthings for the Den in from elsewhere.

But, for me, Sabina would do it. She left it up to me. Admittedly, most times, I wouldn’t care about a whore’s worries, and if I wanted to takeher there, I would. But in Sabina’s case, she was more than a whore to me. She was like an old friend. A comfort. I’d decided long ago not to take her to the Den.

“No, love,” I whispered against her ear. Her body relaxed and melted into me more. “Go to sleep now,” I commanded, stroking her hair.

Three days I needed to stay away from Blackmoth House. I would most definitely venture into the Den during my time out. It would just be a matter of finding a lucky lady to accompany me.

When my eyes dragged open, I knew I hadn’t slept long. I rarely needed much sleep, even after an eventful night. After all, wicked minds stay awake.

What I wasn’t used to, though, was daylight. I was what some would call a creature of the dark. Even though I didn’t necessarily sleep all day, I did normally spend daylight hours hidden away in the secret wing of Blackmoth House that Draven and Nova didn’t even know existed. Once night fell, those were the hours that I would slither out and come alive.

Muddy late morning sunlight stole in between the slit in Sabina’s draperies, and I squinted and growled. I slid my arm out from under Sabina, shoving her to the side. She stirred and clawed at a blanket, pulling it up over herself.

I pulled on my trousers and zipped them but left them unbuttoned. Then I pulled on my boots and ran my fingers through my hair, trying to look somewhat presentable just in case a beautiful whore in the corridor needed to be fucked by me.

But what I was really after was breakfast. My stomach roared with need, and I ventured out, down the stairs, and wound through the ground floor to the kitchen, where I planned to help myself.

Since it was past breakfast time, the kitchen was fairly empty, as the staff must have been off doing other things. Except for two young, pretty maids. One maid was seated on the edge of the large wooden table with her plain brown skirt and petticoats pulled up and bunched in her lap and her legs spread.

The second maid, dressed identically, was on her knees on the stone floor, feasting on the first one’s pussy.

The one receiving the pleasure lifted her head and looked at me, flushed cheeks, startled. “Oh, Mr. Fane!” she gasped, her words coming outbreathy and jagged. “Breakfast… Is... Ooooover.”

The other one’s back went rigid, and she removed her tongue from the delectable looking pussy and gave me an evil stare.

I chuckled. “Don’t stop on my account. I’ll just make myself a little treat while you have your little treat!” I told her good-naturedly. Her lips glistened with the other girl’s arousal, and her eyes glittered with anger.

I walked to them. “Truly, darling. It’s fine. Let me help you.”

I reached forward to thumb the clit of the maid on the table and her head dropped backward once again. I found the little nub throbbing under my thumb. With my other hand, I grabbed the back of the other maid’s head and shoved her face back into the place she wanted it. I ground the girl’s face into the others’ pussy while rubbing the little wanting clit and they both moaned.

“Good girls,” I purred. Then I released the women to leave them to it while I addressed a tray of croissants that was still on the counter. There was still water in the teakettle, but it had longs since gone cold, so I took a match from the countertop and lit the stove to put the water on. As I waited for it to warm up, I propped against the counter and watched the two maids who had since forgotten my existence. The one on her knees was quite an artist as she made the one onthe table writhe and thrash. The one on the table clawed about with her hand, as though seeking something. It landed on a rolling pin, which she rolled toward her lover.

“Use this,” the girl whispered, breathing raspy and fast. “I need it.”

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